Bye, Bye McFlurry

In Live Lounge a guy walked right up to me and said, "Please kiss me", and I nearly did, because he looked so gosh darned vulnerable. And then we left and all hell broke loose.
I've tried writing about what happened, about finding a girl and looking after her and seeing her safely into the ambulance, but describing it here feels exploitative and wrong. I'll describe how our night ended though:
We pounded the streets in our little black pumps, cradling the shredded remains of our McDonald's meals. We sang Kanine Krunchies all the way home.